Surely if anyone was getting broken out of the two of them Ben's track record saw him firmly in first place for that spot. He would have barely minded though, at least as long as Ari was there to piece him back together. He was the healer of the two of them after all. Ben's knowledge of healing was only rudimentary compared to Ari's, and frankly he liked it that way. Ari's form of healing could only be described as something unique and of its own. Even minor spells he performed on Ben felt like only an extension of his affection, which was something Ben knew he would never get tired of.
Eyes briefly glancing at the seat to the side of them, Ben smirked before letting his gaze drink in the man before him, letting his hands trace over Ari's skin. A wicked grin pulled at his lips before they descended upon Ari's once more, urgently and hungrily. "Furniture can be repaired. Or replaced." He rasped, a chuckle building in his throat as he trailed kisses down to the base of Ari's neck.
Then it happened almost instantly: the sound of the door opening, the soft exclamation by a horribly familiar voice, Ari's choked out response. If that wasn't enough to bring Ben completely out of it, Ari's nails digging into his skin certainly did it. "Shit."
It was happening again.
He didn't need to turn, and yet he automatically did - at least partially so only to confirm what he already knew. That Dionisia had walked in on them; to make matters worse the expression on her face was devastating. But he couldn't think about that right now. Ari had already begun to move, the expression on his face one that Ben knew would be burned into his memory forever. Which was Ben's cue to follow suit. Instead of reaching for his own trousers his hand came out to the side, fingers splayed and ready to catch his bedspread which had flown into his hand before he tossed it in the air before them. It only remained suspended, covering the sight of the both of them for a few seconds before beginning to collapse, in which time Ben had managed to grab his own trousers and begin pulling them on. "Shit, shit, shit, Ari —"
Eyes briefly glancing at the seat to the side of them, Ben smirked before letting his gaze drink in the man before him, letting his hands trace over Ari's skin. A wicked grin pulled at his lips before they descended upon Ari's once more, urgently and hungrily. "Furniture can be repaired. Or replaced." He rasped, a chuckle building in his throat as he trailed kisses down to the base of Ari's neck.
Then it happened almost instantly: the sound of the door opening, the soft exclamation by a horribly familiar voice, Ari's choked out response. If that wasn't enough to bring Ben completely out of it, Ari's nails digging into his skin certainly did it. "Shit."
It was happening again.
He didn't need to turn, and yet he automatically did - at least partially so only to confirm what he already knew. That Dionisia had walked in on them; to make matters worse the expression on her face was devastating. But he couldn't think about that right now. Ari had already begun to move, the expression on his face one that Ben knew would be burned into his memory forever. Which was Ben's cue to follow suit. Instead of reaching for his own trousers his hand came out to the side, fingers splayed and ready to catch his bedspread which had flown into his hand before he tossed it in the air before them. It only remained suspended, covering the sight of the both of them for a few seconds before beginning to collapse, in which time Ben had managed to grab his own trousers and begin pulling them on. "Shit, shit, shit, Ari —"
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